Old Friendby
RetinusComment by Jutilda: Old Friends by Simon and Garfunkel
Old friends,
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears
This song immediately came to mind. Lovely image. His sweet smile is heart melting. I might up the contrast a smidge, but this is wonderful.
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